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it has come to my attention that the general audience of this very journal, which if you are a loyal reader, and believe me i have many, know that i sometimes refer to as simply my 'receptacle of thoughts', has expanded it's boundaries to another generation of fans. normally the response to this from a guy my age that walks the typical lifestyle that precedes itself in such a manner would be of shock and terror.
not me.
frankly, i'm flattered. it is a real display of someones's intestinal fortitude when they take the time to develop such an interest in someone else's life to become a regular at the blog post and upon that, get to know them better and on a more personal level. i've got nothing to hide. well, zip-pak did make me sign a boatload of contracts stating that if i were to disclose any of the confidential practices and procedures used and developed here, i could go to jail, but i'm sure if you are a good enough friend of mine and got me drunk enough, i would spill my guts on that as well. besides, last friday they offered me a job at our new york plant for a profoundly enormous starting salary when i graduate. :) but that is neither here, nor there. i welcome comments from anybody and i really do enjoy livejournaling. it just tickles me to know that my new fans enjoy it just as much as i do. when i originally started this thing, i never expected it to become such a big deal. i didn't tell a soul about it, but somehow it surfaced and eventually exploded. someday, when i'm sitting at the top of the world and the story of my life is published, i'll smile knowing that my livejournal, my receptacle of thoughts, my humble corner of the information superhighway, will sit at a high post in the hierarchy of factual information used to compile it. i will wear a grin that everybody will understand fully, but envy because my thoughts were often very blurry and abstract, but nevertheless, genuine. as a result, when it is made into a movie, the producers will be forced to use their imaginations on a lot of stuff, which i am wholeheartedly excited about. i will laugh in the faces of naysayers and deal with them in the most curt and respectful manners only to mock their ignorance.
and all this empty space that
you create does nothing for
my flawless sense of style
it's eight forty five.
okay, now it'a about time for me to go smoke about three ounces of acapulco gold, snort a whole bowl of sugar, have unprotected sex with a some whores from amsterdam, shoot some H from a dirty needle, drive to the grocery store for cheetos and chocolate milk under the influence of that mess of narcotics and toxic nonsense, and then of course watch cartoons with all my idiot friends in my living room. you're jealous.
oh yeah, and i just took an IQ test and got a 131, so um, yeah, that pretty much renders me the coolest cat alive, so you all might as well just make a mad dash to your closets so you can hang yourselves.
your favorite gangsta,
chaz a.
not me.
frankly, i'm flattered. it is a real display of someones's intestinal fortitude when they take the time to develop such an interest in someone else's life to become a regular at the blog post and upon that, get to know them better and on a more personal level. i've got nothing to hide. well, zip-pak did make me sign a boatload of contracts stating that if i were to disclose any of the confidential practices and procedures used and developed here, i could go to jail, but i'm sure if you are a good enough friend of mine and got me drunk enough, i would spill my guts on that as well. besides, last friday they offered me a job at our new york plant for a profoundly enormous starting salary when i graduate. :) but that is neither here, nor there. i welcome comments from anybody and i really do enjoy livejournaling. it just tickles me to know that my new fans enjoy it just as much as i do. when i originally started this thing, i never expected it to become such a big deal. i didn't tell a soul about it, but somehow it surfaced and eventually exploded. someday, when i'm sitting at the top of the world and the story of my life is published, i'll smile knowing that my livejournal, my receptacle of thoughts, my humble corner of the information superhighway, will sit at a high post in the hierarchy of factual information used to compile it. i will wear a grin that everybody will understand fully, but envy because my thoughts were often very blurry and abstract, but nevertheless, genuine. as a result, when it is made into a movie, the producers will be forced to use their imaginations on a lot of stuff, which i am wholeheartedly excited about. i will laugh in the faces of naysayers and deal with them in the most curt and respectful manners only to mock their ignorance.
and all this empty space that
you create does nothing for
my flawless sense of style
it's eight forty five.
okay, now it'a about time for me to go smoke about three ounces of acapulco gold, snort a whole bowl of sugar, have unprotected sex with a some whores from amsterdam, shoot some H from a dirty needle, drive to the grocery store for cheetos and chocolate milk under the influence of that mess of narcotics and toxic nonsense, and then of course watch cartoons with all my idiot friends in my living room. you're jealous.
oh yeah, and i just took an IQ test and got a 131, so um, yeah, that pretty much renders me the coolest cat alive, so you all might as well just make a mad dash to your closets so you can hang yourselves.
your favorite gangsta,
chaz a.